Paper towers of vogue and vanity fair

They are still standing

And the spaces in the bathroom are incredibly bare

And it's better this way

And I don't miss the sunrise on the colours of your hair

And I don't mind the mornings no not much any more no not

Much any more

And it hurts to breathe, when your perfume's everywhere

And it hurts to breathe, when the memories are hanging in the air

There will be dust on the spice rack in no time at all

Tell me, who's around to notice

And I won't run from the shower whenever you call

And it's better this way

And I won't miss the starlight and the clothes you used to wear

And I don't mind the moonlight no not much anymore no not

Much anymore

And it hurts to breathe, when your perfume's everywhere

And it hurts to breathe, when the memories are hanging in the air

And you know I can handle it, I can handle it, I'm getting out more

And you know I'm over it, I'm so over it, until I close the door

And it hurts to breathe, when your perfume's everywhere

And it hurts to breathe, when the memories are hanging in the air